Cammie POV

I woke up this morning to my phone buzzing.

"Hello Macey," I mumbled groggily into the phone. She calls me at seven every school morning so she can make sure I am ready.

"Cammie! Up you get. I have already taken the liberty of organizing your outfit. It is is your wardrobe." She said briskly.

"Err, thanks Mace. You don't have to do this every day you know," I replied, slightly more awake.

"We can't have you getting up late, you won't have time to look amazing! Anyways, I gotta go look after the other two. Love ya!" and without even waiting for a reply, she hung up.

I rolled out of bed, sighing. Then I brightened, remembering that Josh would be there. I wondered if he would talk to me. With that in mind, I opened my wardrobe door and found a light blue cloudy vest top and black shorts awaiting me, with stylish black sandals. I silently thanked Macey for being my friend, then threw on the clothes. I applied a thin layer of mascara and a smidge of eye shadow, then combed my sleek blonde hair and tied the front up into a small quiff; they seem to be 'in' this year.

I walked downstairs quietly, in case my Mom was sill asleep. She wasn't, and she greeted me at the door of the kitchen with a plate of toast. I smiled at her. Despite her smothering, she was still my Mom and I loved her. I ate my toast, exchanged pleasantries with Mom, then set off for school with warnings to "be careful!".

As I walked out of my front door, I saw a boy standing in the garden to the right of me, the house recently bought. He looked about, then saw me looking at him. His face broke into a small smile.

"Hello, I'm Zach." He said. His voice was deep, sexy. He was tall, with perfect dark hair and straight white teeth. He was wearing a black t-shirt with jeans. He had the most stunning, brilliant green eyes I had ever seen.

"Hi, I'm Cammie. Are you going to the Gallagher High School?"

"Yeah," his smile widened. "Actually, would you mind showing me the way?"

"Sure!" I replied, going out of my white picket fence to him. We started walking down the road.

"So, what brings you to our lame town then?" I asked him, grinning. He laughed.

"My parents just got jobs down here. I used to live in California." He replied.

"Awesome! I'm afraid Roseville isn't quite as nice as Cali, you might be in for a bit of a shock," I said, still smiling.

"Well, judging by what I've already seen, it looks alright," he answered. I nodded.

"Well, get ready, we're nearly there," I told him, as we rounded a corner and were confronted by a load of chattering kids and a quite large school, with a graffitied sign which should have read, "Gallagher High School".

"Umm… to be honest, it looks like a bit of a dump." He admitted, looking down.

"Oh, it is, but you get used to it after a while. So, do you want me to come to reception with you?" I asked. He was nice- and it wouldn't hurt to get to know him a little better, would it?

"Yeah, would you mind?" he replied, looking slightly ashamed.

"It would be my pleasure. You might have to wait a minute though, my friends are coming. You'll love them," I assured him, and he looked at me rather doubtfully. My friends advanced on us, and swallowed me into a big group hug. There was a chorus of "Cammie's!" and "hi", and "love your outfit's!" (that was Macey).

"Hey guys! This is Zach, my new neighbor. Zach, this is Bex, Liz Macey, Grant, Jonas, and Preston." That was followed by a load more hello's.

"Ok, we're off to reception, see ya!" I waved at them, then walked towards the school with Zach next to me.

"They seem nice," he said.

"Yeah, they are," I smiled at him. As we walked into school, there were at lease fifty more "Hi Cammie's!".

"You're popular then!" he nudged me. I went red.

"Well, uh, umm, I, uh" I was rescued by the incoming tornado, aka Tina. She ran up to Zach, looked up – he was pretty tall – and started on a long, long torrent of rumors. This was like Tina's initiation ritual; try and confuse the new kids with her rumors. She was the school gossip, obviously. He just shrugged, coolly.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see." He said, then grabbed my elbow and pulled us away from the gaping Tina.

"You handled that well," I said, surprised, "most people break down when confronted by Tina!"

"We had our fair shair of gossips in Cali," he shrugged again. I was beginning to think there was more to this boy than he let on.